Fu Xian returned to his pavilion.
Even though talking with his senior brothers and sisters seemed relaxed, he was actually under pressure the whole time.
The passive pressure cultivators of higher stages give off is quite strong.
He had to slowly get used to it to develop a resistance against it, else it will be quite difficult to communicate casually with them.
"This is probably why normal cultivators fear strong cultivators, while third generation young masters laugh and spit on higher cultivators. Growing up surrounded by them, their resistance has reached an extremely strong level, so strong that they barely feel anything.
Alas, whether it's a good or bad thing, I don't know."
He shook his head before focusing back on the matter at hand.
It was time to cultivate!
Sitting upright and breathing in and out, he entered a state of non-self. Thoughts dwindled away as his mind cleared.
Slowly, his aura spread around the pavilion and the open space beyond.
